I swore to you the purest love.
You told me that was sweet.

I begged for us to live together,
and kneeled down at your feet.

I pleaded that you take me back.
I said, “I need you so!”

I cried like I had when a child 
so many years ago.

I promised this time I would help
with food and heat and rent.

That you would have the final say
on how all cash was spent.

I asked you to forgive me
for my prior, foolish lies.

I looked up at your lovely face
with hopeful, caring eyes.

But there you stood just looking down
as I exposed my soul.

And unlike all the times before,
you just told me to go!

You said you would not let me stay.
You said, “Go find another!”

Perhaps forty is a bit too old
to move back with your mother.